I chuckled. “That’s fancy for just a few nights. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to impress him. He could use something like that at work. Did you buy any food for it?”
He drummed his fingers on the fridge. “Would his majesty also like a pair of satin slippers for his dry hooves?”
The bag rustled as Kira pulled out the clothes. I arched an eyebrow when she held up a dowdy dress that Christian had picked out. It was exactly her style. She collected the garments and hurried past us before closing the bathroom door.
Christian hooked his thumbs in his leather pants. “Viktor’s still not back?”
Wyatt turned the page, and I realized he was reading an issue ofPlayboy. “Nope.”
Christian opened the fridge and glanced inside. “Where did you get that magazine? I’m the only one here with money.”
“Found it in a drawer.”
“Would you like me to fetch you a black light? I’m sure that’ll show you exactly where it’s been.”
Wyatt flung the magazine at Christian, who took a step away from it. “Sometimes it’s better not to know, spoilsport.”
“I thought you might be curious as to why the pages are stuck together.”
Shepherd stretched as he stood and then zombie-walked toward the door. “I’m getting some shut-eye in Viktor’s room. Don’t wake me unless there’s trouble.”
Wyatt spread his arms and legs. “And then there were five.”
“Is your head screwed on?” Christian asked. “Because there are only three of us in the room, and Kira makes four.”
I glanced at the half-naked man in the doorway. “There’s also a ghost in here.”
Christian’s dark eyebrows slanted. “From what I hear, the entire hotel is infested with them.”
“Yeah, but this one isyours.He’s been following you around since yesterday.”
Christian scratched his jaw. “Is he a big blond fella with spindly legs?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It must be the arseface I killed.”
I conjured a smile. “Why is he naked?”
Christian’s cheeks turned cherry red. “I don’t ask what you have to do on your kills, so I expect the same courtesy.” He scooped the fridge off the dresser, and it knocked against the wall on his way to the door. “I’ll just be upstairs, tormenting your da.”
I jogged after him down the hall. “Hold on, Poe. You don’t get away that easy. I can’t ignore a man walking around in tighty-whities, especially when he’s right on your ass.”
Christian looked over his shoulder. “Better not be on my arse.”
Not knowing if a Vampire ghost could hear very well, I flashed up ahead to the elevator and lowered my voice to a whisper. “We might be able to use him to help us. Maybe he has something on Sparrow.”
Christian appeared and entered the elevator. “That numpty didn’t strike me as someone a leader would divulge all his secrets to.”
“Keep it in mind. We might need him at some point.”
The ghost stepped through the closing doors and delivered an icy stare to my partner. A permanent scowl marred his brutish face, and nothing in his expression changed when he briefly noticed the faceless ghost behind me.
I tittered and stared at my feet. Poor bastard should have run into the light. But because of his resentment toward Christian, he would spend the rest of his afterlife walking around in a pair of briefs.
“Is something amusing?” Christian asked.
“Don’t tell me the story about what happened. Somehow it’s funnier using my imagination. Why didn’t you cut off his head?”
